Daddy Qian took the 200 yuan and money he got in exchange for his coffin and Qian Aishu, walked dozens of miles of mountain roads, and then spent two yuan to take a car for more than two hours to get to the county street.

It had just rained the day before, and the half-dry and half-wet clay on the mountain road was stickier than sticky rice. The yellow and black ones are all glued to the upper of Qian Aishu's shoes - "It's a pity that your mother washed it clean." Daddy Qian said, "Take it off." ”

Daddy Qian took off his shoes, pulled a handful of thatch on the side of the mountain road, and tied his shoes at both ends. "Yours is off, too!" Qian Aishu took off his shoes as he said and tied them like his father. "Hang it on your shoulders." Daddy Qian said. Qian Aishu hung his shoes on his shoulders, and Father Qian hung up his shoes as well. "Good hands don't mention four taels!" Daddy Qian said.

When he arrived on the street, Daddy Qian was carrying a big cloth bag around asking for directions, and Qian Aishu followed behind his buttocks. Two pairs of shoes dangling on the shoulders.

After turning around, they finally found the school that Qian Aishu was admitted to: Jiangbei Middle School. The school is not too big even in Qian Aishu's eyes: a long bungalow and three buildings form a narrow quadrangle. Three buildings, one with three floors of exposed maroon brick walls, is the school building. The other two are four-storey, brushed with sand – one is a student dormitory, the other is a teacher's family building – the ground floor of the student dormitory is the school's auditorium and student cafeteria, and the small house next to it is both a boiler room and a place for the school to steam and cook.

After settling Qian Aishu, Father Qian went back to the mountains without even eating.

There was no class at the beginning of the school year, and the school was noisy from morning to night. The students had nothing to do and stayed in the dormitory. Everyone is a half-grown child, easy to communicate with each other, and everyone is familiar with each other in less than half a day, talking, laughing, fighting and making trouble. After talking, they got together to play poker and chess. Qian Aishu remembered that the night before leaving home to come to school, Aunt Qian told him thousands of instructions, "Cub, you have to study hard when you go to school!" He quietly walked out of the dormitory alone, and he was going to find a quiet place to review his elementary school homework. When Mr. Peng enlightened him, he told him that only by reviewing the past can we learn the new.

The classrooms of the school are still guarded by the iron general, and they can't get in. Naturally, there are no cornfields in the city, but you can always find one or two places in the groves, right? The county seat is not big, Jiangbei Middle School is on the edge of the city, and Qian Aishu walked in less than ten minutes to the suburbs. There was a small river, and the grass by the river was verdant and soft. Qian Aishu stayed here all afternoon. When he was tired of studying, he picked up some flat pebbles and made a few splashes. It wasn't until it was almost dark that he felt hungry and went back to school, where it was time for the school cafeteria.

The school pays the fees uniformly, opens meals, and all the students eat the same, which makes Qian Aishu very dissatisfied - the food fee is too expensive, the students are well-dressed, fashionable, and their family must be good, they should eat such meals, and their own families are poor, so they don't have to eat so well. If someone is willing to buy his food, Qian Aishu would rather sell it to him at a discount, and then use the proceeds to buy something suitable for him to eat.

Two days later, school was in session. The noisy school suddenly calmed down a lot.

Before class, the class teacher comes to the classroom to distribute the textbooks, and after the textbooks are distributed, they will arrange seats for everyone.

Qian Aishu sat in Group 4 No. 3. It's a nice location. Qian Aishu is very satisfied. He was also very pleased with the new textbook. The laminated cover, the brand new paper, and the whole volume emitted a faint scent of the book. Shujuan incense is actually ink incense, but compared with the two, Shujuan incense has been spiritually sublimated because of the Chinese characters of the book, and the overall battle has been won.

Qian Aishu neatly writes his name on each book - Qian Aishu. "I deserve my name." Qian Aishu solemnly opened the cover and read every word on the book seriously. The boy sitting to the left of Qian Aishu, like him, came from a poor mountain. Qian Aishu hopes to become good friends with him. Qian Aishu's tablemate was a short, white and chubby man, and from morning to night, the smiling face never disappeared from his face for even a second. Every day, no matter what class he attended, he stood two fists up, his left hand supporting his right hand and his right hand supporting his chin, and his two eyes stared fixedly at the comic book on the table. Comic books are changed one after another, but this posture remains the same. Of course, it doesn't count when turning pages. There were two girls sitting in the front row, Qian Aishu had never heard a word from them, until one day, the head teacher came to the classroom for roll call.

"Li Hongdou." - Red beans? - Qian Aishu felt that the name was familiar. It was as if the magic sound wafting out of the secluded hollow valley suddenly grabbed his soul. "Red beans, red beans......" he involuntarily silently recited the name.

"Here!" The girl sitting in front of Qian Aishu readily agreed. This promise calmed the magic voice in Qian Aishu's heart, "You're not afraid that Hongdou's father knows?" A woman's voice echoed in his ears......

He finally understood why the name Red Bean had been so deep in his mind. But this red bean is the other red bean? He began to carefully examine the back of "Red Bean". To be precise, it's the back above the table – a ponytail replaces the concept of a head, and a slightly spread braid that covers the neck and the center of the back as seen.

A few days later, things changed by leaps and bounds. The night before, Qian Aishu slept a little unsteadily, so after he got up that morning, it was only 5 minutes before the morning self-study. Before he had time to brush his teeth and wash his face, he hurried to the classroom. After sitting down, he suddenly felt that his eyes lit up, and he looked at it, it turned out that Li Hongdou in the front seat did not tie a ponytail today, but instead tied his hair into two small braids, and the two small braids hung down the side of his ears to his shoulders. In this way, Li Hongdou's hair no longer covers her neck.

Li Hongdou's neck is snow-white and slender. The fair-skinned neck stimulates Qian Aishu's reverie and brings him into an alternative world. Suddenly, he was lamenting that the neck was too perfect, and suddenly, he realized that there was a dark red birthmole in the center of the perfect back of the neck. It was this dark red birthmole that choked his reverie and pulled him back to the ordinary world.

Qian Aishu hesitated for a while, reached out and patted Li Hongdou's shoulder. Li Hongdou turned her head sideways, her face as white as her neck. Coupled with the backdrop of the back of Qian Aishu's hand, it looks more and more bright.

"In the future, you will wear braids like this, okay?" He demanded of her.

Li Hongdou's big round eyes under her jet black and long eyelashes looked at Qian Aishu in surprise, "Why?" She asked.

Li Hongdou first looked at his face, a face as black as coal as if it hadn't been wet for months, and then looked down, his clothes, his arms, all the way to the back of his hand closest to her.

Qian Aishu's arm was covered with a circle of sleeves nailed with two patches. Li Hongdou looked at his sleeves, to be precise, he should have looked at his patches, as if Grandma Liu had entered the Grand View Garden.

Qian Aishu has never cared about the patches on his body, even in this city, he doesn't think there is anything wrong with it. But this time, he realized the difference, and even his arm seemed to feel it, and it humbly escaped from Li Hongdou's surprised eyes.

"Why?" He asked himself, and then he said to her, "Because, it's so good ......."

The tablemate raised his head for a rare moment, looked at him with a smile, and slammed him on the back with a "snap".

"What!" Qian Aishu blamed him quietly. He laughed.

Li Hongdou's head turned back a little and looked at Qian Aishu, "Is this any different?" ”

"Yes, so, it's so good-looking......" Qian Aishu is still inevitably hesitant.

"You're funny." Li Hongdou's face was slightly red, and he could see that she was quite happy in her heart.

"Really." He said very seriously.

"It's kind of boring, too." Li Hongdou turned his head away, leaving him with a back.